the future branches out
as you climb its slippery tree
you have all the talent,
but worried because you think i am only me
Welcome Back – Written Thursday 26th August 1999 (Aged 24)
you said, i was sensitive
and that i got easily hurt
so why did you hurt me?
and then, why do you still flirt?
The Sun and the Rain – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
no more, ‘one another’,
the sun, then the rain
but then there is a new someone
and the disappears,
Would You Dance? – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
would you dance
like the most beautiful
the most beautiful person there is
would you be the one
to dance with me
These Days I Do Not Let Landslides Happen – Written Sunday 26th January 2020 (Aged 44)
it frightens me
not now, but for the days
when i let landslides happen
and welcomed chances
even when they buried me alive
Lay Down Smiling – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
life can be… so surprising
here i am arriving
on magic carpets bought in bulk
telling life’s sweet and strange joke
All of Me – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
they have style
so much inside
i want to tell them –
just how i feel
but word do not seem enough
The Stepmother Auditions – Written Sunday 26th January 2020 (Aged 44)
you know, ‘the good old days’ –
of abuse and stunted emotions
and carpets,
with every secret swept under them
they were all a mess ,
Deep – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)
so very deep
awoke myself from a very long sleep
pulled from a swollen river
given warmth,
as i live here with my permanent shiver
My Guiding Noun – Written Saturday 25th January 2020 (Aged 44)
is the weather worn map –
of a human being
veering between extremes
like the pinball machine where –
the pinball is never sure of its means
